Friday, August 31, 2007

The other night, when MM was here, for the slumber party, I left the room for a moment, and when I came back he asked me "does your neighbor below ever call your name, for any reason?"No, I answered, because she never has. She is loud, and I was thinking he'd misheard something. I didn't think too much about it. Yesterday evening, when I left for work, she was coming home. She's all smiles, and tells me she has a new boyfriend, and she has seen MM, and knows I have one, too. Then she asks "do you hear us?"To which I answered, quite honestly "yes, until I put my iPod on. (thank God for my iPod). "Oh, sorry" she says, trying to act embarrased. But then she says "so then did you hear me call your name out the other night?" And I say "no, but MM did. I thought he misheard you." About this time, my mind bounced back to last year, when I was dating the "villiage drunk", J. I did not get intimate with J, (I am so glad), but she had told me once, if J. and I ever did get intimate, that I should holler out her name. I had mentally blocked this request, until last night. Then it all came back to me in a horrible flashback, and I muttered something, jumped into my car, and ran away, grateful to be going to work. I am so freaked. EEEWAnd her new boyfriend?lives with my other neighbor, 2 doors down. The one that's drunk all the time. (the neighbor, not her new boyfriend). I thought he was married to the drunk lady.This is Peyton Place, I swear it is.If any of you can top that with your neighbors, maybe I will give up the freaky neighbor award. But I think I've got it in the bag, for now.

My neighbors are mostly crackheads. Well, the other side of the street. It really is. Once, my antenna went missing off my car. Turns out, crackheads steal them. The neighbors next to us like to wake and bake because I smell it after dropping off Gilda - they're right out in the backyard. Then my other neighbors (also known as Daryl - ha - joke - yeah, I'm buzzed) are totally geeky looking but one plays in a thrash metal band and the other is dating a big, bootylicious girl. Actually, they seem pretty cool. They probably think I am a freak, though- for recycling, or some such substandard shit. :)

About Me

I think, at this point, this blog defies any description. I ramble on about various things, but since I now have my little boy safe and at home it's a safe bet I am going to be blogging about him a whole lot...
And to think this blog started out as a single girl's search for a good man...
hahahahaha!